Back in October I wrote a piece for The A.V. Club about the relationship between The Mama And The Papas’ “California Dreamin’” and Wong Kar-Wai’s Chungking Express, which has changed somewhat since the whole “John Phillips is a consensual rapist” kerfluffle. “California Dreamin’” popped up again sans Phillips in Andrea Arnold’s fine 2009 coming-of-age drama Fish Tank, which screens next week at the Milwaukee Film Festival-Winter Edition. Arnold uses an awesome cover version of the song by Bobby Womack, which I’d never heard before but loved pretty much from the opening guitar strum. But Phillips is still creeping around in Fish Tank; to say how would quickly take us into spoiler-riffic territory. So I’ll just post the song and urge you to see the movie
I fancy myself a deep thinker, an iconoclast, a man who can enjoy both high and low culture but isn't fully comfortable in either arena. (Think Jack Nicholson from "Five Easy Pieces.") However, I suspect I am not nearly as cool as I think I am. I may in fact be a dork. For example, look at how I described myself a few sentences earlier. What can I say? I'm the guy who started listening to the Clash when he was 13 not because he was reacting against the repressive Republican regime he had lived under most of his life, but because John Cusack wore a Clash T-shirt in "Say Anything..."
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